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Há 1 dia · Letitia Elizabeth Landon was born on August 14, 1802 in London. Her collections of poetry include The Fate of Adelaide: A Swiss Romantic Tale, and Other Poems (John Warren, 1821) and The Improvisatrice (Hurst, Robinson & Co., 1824).
20 de mai. de 2019 · L.E.L.: The Lost Life and Scandalous Death of Letitia Elizabeth Landon, the Celebrated ‘Female Byron’, by Lucasta Miller, Jonathan Cape, RRP£25, 416 pages. Join our online book group on ...
Persona Non Grata. Letitia Elizabeth Landon was a literary celebrity in the 19th century. Today she's a cautionary tale about talented women. By Rachel Vorona Cote. Letitia Elizabeth Landon, circa 1833. Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images. Letitia Elizabeth Landon understood what cultivating a personal brand meant.
Más viejos. '''Letitia Elizabeth Landon''' (14 August 1802– 15 October 1838), English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L. E. L. == Early life == Letitia Elizabeth Landon was born on 14 August 1802 in Chelsea, London to John Landon and Catherine Jane, née Bishop. A precocious child, Landon learned to read as a toddler; an ...
Of my song died away amid the hills, My heart reverb'rated the shout which bore. To the blue mountains and the distant heaven. Erinna's name, and on my bended knee, Olympus, I received thy laurel crown. And twice new birth of violets have sprung, Since they were first my pillow, since I sought.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon, better known by her initials L.E.L., was a prominent figure in the British literary scene during the Romantic period. Her prolific output, which included poetry collections, novels, and literary criticism, garnered widespread acclaim and established her as one of the most popular writers of her time.
8 de mai. de 2019 · LEL: The Lost Life and Scandalous Death of Letitia Elizabeth Landon excavates layer upon layer of the London world this young woman inhabited. What emerges in fascinating detail is the extent of corruption in the literary marketplace, which, a century later, still resembled – in the words of Woolf – “the Underworld”.
